Tang Qing rushed to her mother-in-law's house. Her mother-in-law's red cheongsam was still there. She was so happy that she picked her up and spun her around several times.
"Qing, your grandfather made this cheongsam for me. When you got married, your grandfather was happy and gave it to your grandma. Your mother and I went to an old tailor to make three cheongsams."
"Is my mother's one green?"
"Your mother never likes to wear too colorful clothes, so she chose green."
"Then my grandma's one is yellow?"
"The color of your grandma's dress is indeed yellow. She would not do anything or wear it. Your grandpa said that this life has been hard for her. Their lives are coming to an end and you are getting married. It's time.
I'm so happy. Your father chose yellow for your grandma, saying that in the past, yellow was the color of the emperor. If you get married, your grandma will be your grandma."
"Okay, okay, great, great, all three colors are complete!"
Tang Qing was so excited that she picked up her mother-in-law and spun her around several times. Her father-in-law was so frightened that he spread his hands on the stairs below and did not dare to move, fearing that if Tang Qing missed, his old woman would fall downstairs.
"I took the cheongsam and put it on, thank you."
Tang Qing took her mother-in-law's red cheongsam in her hand, rushed down the stairs and out of her mother-in-law's house, and rushed to her mother's house.
"Mom, where is your green cheongsam?"
Tang Qing ran straight to the second floor of the courtyard, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for his mother's green cheongsam and grandma's yellow cheongsam.
By the time Tang Qing's mother and father went upstairs, all the clothes in the closet were already on the floor.
"Qing, what are you doing?"
"Bandits who rob homes and homes are more civilized than you."
When Tang Qing's mother and father saw this scene, they almost fainted due to high blood pressure and heart attack.
"Cheongsam, where's the cheongsam?"
"What cheongsam?"
"Where are the two cheongsams you and grandma wore?"
"Do your grandma and I have cheongsams?"
"Where are the two cheongsams that grandpa made for you when I got married?"
"Oh, those two cheongsams are probably gone, right?"
"What? Not here anymore? Wuwuwu..."
Tang Qing stopped rummaging, sat down on the pile of clothes and started crying.
"Qing, why are you crying? Let me look for you. Let me look for you."
Tang Qing's mother was in a hurry, rummaging through the pile of clothes.
"Stop looking. Your search is in vain. You won't be able to find it until dawn."
Tang Qing's father seemed very calm and stood motionless.
"Qing's dad, Qing is so anxious and yet you still make sarcastic remarks."
"I would like to be cool, but some people are always burning their butts to stick to other people's cold faces. Is it worth it?"
"Dad, are you still the manager of the People's Barber Shop? Are you still the son of Tang Shao in Yancheng?"
Tang Qing stood up from the pile of clothes without wiping the tears on his face, and walked aggressively to his father to question him.
"I am no longer the manager of the People's Barber Shop. The current manager is Master Jiujin, but I will always be the son of Tang Shatou in Yancheng and the father of Master Jiujin."
"Okay, you memorize the Tang family's ancestral precepts for shaving your head!"
"Just memorize it, I'm afraid you'll forget it. Master Jiujin, please listen to me."
"If you memorize a wrong word, I will immediately kick you out of the Tang family."
"The ancestral teachings of the Tang family about hair-cutting: Don't be careless about the big things on your head. Haircuts deal with people's hearts, their emotions, and the relationships between people."
"Recite it again!"
"There is no need to be careless when it comes to important matters. Haircuts deal with people's hearts, their emotions, and the relationships between people!"
"Recite it again!"
"There is no need to be careless when it comes to important matters. Haircuts deal with people's hearts, their emotions, and the relationships between people!"
"Recite it again!"
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"Okay, okay, you two don't argue anymore. Qing's father, she does good things for the child. Isn't this what Qing's grandfather wants? You usually pack these clothes, hurry up and put those two
Find a cheongsam."
Tang Qing’s mother smoothed things over.
"Today she must first tell me what to do with this cheongsam? If she wants to give it away to someone else, she is absolutely not allowed!"
Tang Qing's father is still angry.
"Qing, tell your dad quickly, what do you want those two cheongsams for? If you want to give them away, you really can't. You have to know that this is the only time in your grandpa's life that he spent a lot of money to make clothes.
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"Mom, how could I give such a precious cheongsam to others? I want to wear it myself."
"You wear it yourself? Is it real or fake?"
"Humph, you put it on yourself? Xiaoqiang won't believe such a lie, and he came to lie to us. Do you really think that we two have dementia?"
"Mom and Dad, I really wear it myself."
"Why did you suddenly think of wearing a cheongsam?"
"You wear a cheongsam yourself? Is it possible? Is it realistic?"
Tang Qing's parents didn't believe that Tang Qing wanted to wear a cheongsam.
"Dad, why is it impossible? Why is it unrealistic?"
Tang Qing stamped his feet anxiously.
"Tell me, why do you suddenly think of wearing a cheongsam when you don't even wear a skirt? Besides, is your figure suitable for wearing a cheongsam? Can you wear it?"
Tang Qing's father still didn't believe it.
"What's wrong with my figure? Didn't you give me this figure? I don't blame you, but you're outcasting me? If you were like a tree, how could I be like this?"
Tang Qing walked to her father with her hands on her hips.
"Okay, okay, Qing, tell me quickly, why did you think of wearing a cheongsam?"
Tang Qing's mother came over to pull Tang Qing away, fearing that her daughter would get angry and punch her old man regardless.
"Mom, actually I don't want to wear it, I have no choice but to do it."
"You have to do this? Qing, what happened to you? Did someone bully you? Force you to wear a cheongsam to show him?"
"Mom, where are you thinking? It's Xinjie's college entrance examination tomorrow. The class teacher wants the parents to wear cheongsam. You also know the situation in Wang Carpenter's family. How can anyone wear a cheongsam to accompany her to the examination room?"
"Oh, this kid Xinjie is really in trouble."
"She cried non-stop as soon as she came home today. Do you think she can still take the exam like this? That's why I decided to wear a cheongsam and accompany her into the exam room."
"But the two cheongsams that your grandma and I have are too old-fashioned, aren't they? Can you put them on? Why don't mommy give you money and you go to a clothing store to buy a new one."
"Mom, I'm only going to wear it anyway, so what are you spending that wasted money on?"
"Then let me help you look for it. Your father usually packs these clothes. I only care about the kitchen. I wonder where he puts them?"
Tang Qing's mother rummaged through the pile of clothes again.
"Here, why didn't you tell me why you want the cheongsam earlier? If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have had to memorize the ancestral teachings so many times."
Tang Qing's father found two cheongsams from somewhere and handed them to Tang Qing.
"Dad, you are so kind!"
Tang Qing took the two cheongsams and couldn't wait to go to the full-length mirror to try them on.
"You're talking about me now? You just wanted to eat me alive, right?"
Tang Qing's father tidied up the clothes that were messed up by Tang Qing.
"Dad, how could I eat you alive when you are so good? If I really want to eat you alive, it would be because you are good, so I want to eat you."
While Tang Qing was trying on the cheongsam, he kept saying good things to his father.
"You, it's better to take it easy and don't do bad things with good intentions."
"How can I do bad things with good intentions?"
"I'm worried that if you put on a cheongsam and go out, you'll scare Xinjie and her classmates to death. Not only will that not help Xinjie, it will also give her a new nickname."
"Is it Tang Zapo in Yancheng? Hehe!"
"You're still laughing, huh?!"
"What's wrong? Ah?!"
Tang Qing's father and mother had their heads down and were sorting out their clothes. When they heard Tang Qing laugh out loud, they looked up and were shocked.
I saw Tang Qing wearing her grandmother's yellow cheongsam, standing in front of the full-length mirror as noble as she wanted.
"Qing, is that you?"
"It's so similar!"
"Mom, of course it's me. Dad, do I look like my grandma when I was young?"
Tang Qing walked gracefully in front of the full-length mirror.
"Qing, I didn't expect you to look so good in a cheongsam!"
"A man depends on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Looks are 30% good and 70% dressed. Who said my young boy is ugly? It's because he didn't wear the right clothes before!"